09-07-2004, 06:09 AM
"Well at least they came back..." De said quietly to himself in responce to Chandi's first plead as he watched the forms of what appeared to be a massively radiated Koi and a giant Tinkerbell emerge from the depths and wash up on shore. He held his ground as Chandi ran over to their friends, happy that they had returned safely and overjoyed that he hadn't been forced to attempt a rescue of sorts. It wasn't until his furry friend called for him again that the gravity of the situation truely sank in. The two of them had been underwater for a very long time. And unlike back in Oz, there wasn't some magical trinket he could wave over them or incantation he could mutter to help out.
With all the speed he could muster he rushed over to AJ's side, sliding to a stop on his knees in the sand, kneeling across from Chandi as he looked over the pink haired fae's frame, her still chest ringing a cold visual confirmation to Chan's worries. There wasn't time to talk. Time to try to calm her down and reassure her that everything would be ok. He'd been drowned before a number of times, and had seen friends and enemies alike taken under by the big blue. It wasn't a pleasant experience, and time wasn't exactly a factor in their favor.
His hands slid under AJ's body, one beneath her neck and the other her hip, moving in unison to raise and turn her body onto her side. The first hand remained stationary, unsure if she'd sustained neck injury, while the second slid down her rear to the cup of her knee, pushing it forward some so it could act as a post for a moment and prevent her from rolling all the way onto her face. He had to move fast. If she had water in her lungs he'd have to clear it before administering mouth to mouth, so as he settled her onto her side he ran his now free hand from the small of her back up to her shoulders, pressing firmly as he repeated the motion time and again. De could only hope it would work enough fluid free of her chest as he angled her face towards the sand, letting her jaw become a natural drain from which the liquid could escape.
He wasted no more than twenty seconds on the process, knowing that her brain needed air as quickly as possible. Damn. What about John? He couldn't treat both at once and Pet seemed to be spiralling into a panic. Something would have to be done for him too, but he was in no position and Pet was in no condition. He was gasping for air though, which meant to some extent that he was still breathing. So long as he could hear John cough and gasp he knew the shapeshifter's lungs were still in working order and trying to clear their passageways to admit that good ol' life giving oxygen.
As De rolled AJ once more onto her back he chanced a quick glance at the out of breath hero. He was on his knees, which meant he still had some strength in him, which was good. Meant De was free to concentrate his efforts on the sheila.
"Watch me closely Pet, cuz I'm only going to do this once, then I need you to do it for Johnny over there if he needs it. Ok?"
De asked of Chandi as he pressed to first two fingers of his hand beneath AJ's chin and gently tilted her head back, using the fingers and thumb of his other hand to softly pinch her nose closed.
"Two breaths..."
He said before inhaling quickly, careful not to draw in to much as he couldn't risk overinflating the poor girls lungs. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, pushing his air into her lungs, his attention divided between listening for John, checking to see if AJ's chest was rising with his air, and glancing at Chandi to make sure she was paying attention. After his second breath, satisfied with the ammount AJ's chest had risen with his efforts, he leaned in and turned his face down toward her feet, watching for any signs off movement from her while at the same time trying to feel if she was exhaling any. His fingers slipped down to the side of her neck, looking for a pulse (or lack thereof) that would tell him if chest compressions were nessecary. his own heart stopped for a moment as he had trouble finding hers, only to race as it beat against his fingertips. Softly...but there.
"Lookie Pet. I'll do it again..."
De half panted as he repeated the process, tilting her head back gently, softly pinching her nose closed, breathing two warm breaths into her, and checking for signs off life again. He truely hated this. Not knowing if it would work. Having someone else's life depending so closely on his ability or lack thereof to do something. When it was him on the slab it was different. If he couldn't be revived then no big deal. He'd be dead and the world would go on. But this.....
"Two breaths, then look, listen and feel Pet. Look listen and feel."
He repeated the process again, not ready or willing to give up on her. His job wans't to be a peacekeeper now. Not a government agent. Not a hero. His job was to breathe for Angelee Jezebelle Broussard. Over and over again. Until she came back to the world....
...Or he collapsed and joined her in the next.
With all the speed he could muster he rushed over to AJ's side, sliding to a stop on his knees in the sand, kneeling across from Chandi as he looked over the pink haired fae's frame, her still chest ringing a cold visual confirmation to Chan's worries. There wasn't time to talk. Time to try to calm her down and reassure her that everything would be ok. He'd been drowned before a number of times, and had seen friends and enemies alike taken under by the big blue. It wasn't a pleasant experience, and time wasn't exactly a factor in their favor.
His hands slid under AJ's body, one beneath her neck and the other her hip, moving in unison to raise and turn her body onto her side. The first hand remained stationary, unsure if she'd sustained neck injury, while the second slid down her rear to the cup of her knee, pushing it forward some so it could act as a post for a moment and prevent her from rolling all the way onto her face. He had to move fast. If she had water in her lungs he'd have to clear it before administering mouth to mouth, so as he settled her onto her side he ran his now free hand from the small of her back up to her shoulders, pressing firmly as he repeated the motion time and again. De could only hope it would work enough fluid free of her chest as he angled her face towards the sand, letting her jaw become a natural drain from which the liquid could escape.
He wasted no more than twenty seconds on the process, knowing that her brain needed air as quickly as possible. Damn. What about John? He couldn't treat both at once and Pet seemed to be spiralling into a panic. Something would have to be done for him too, but he was in no position and Pet was in no condition. He was gasping for air though, which meant to some extent that he was still breathing. So long as he could hear John cough and gasp he knew the shapeshifter's lungs were still in working order and trying to clear their passageways to admit that good ol' life giving oxygen.
As De rolled AJ once more onto her back he chanced a quick glance at the out of breath hero. He was on his knees, which meant he still had some strength in him, which was good. Meant De was free to concentrate his efforts on the sheila.
"Watch me closely Pet, cuz I'm only going to do this once, then I need you to do it for Johnny over there if he needs it. Ok?"
De asked of Chandi as he pressed to first two fingers of his hand beneath AJ's chin and gently tilted her head back, using the fingers and thumb of his other hand to softly pinch her nose closed.
"Two breaths..."
He said before inhaling quickly, careful not to draw in to much as he couldn't risk overinflating the poor girls lungs. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, pushing his air into her lungs, his attention divided between listening for John, checking to see if AJ's chest was rising with his air, and glancing at Chandi to make sure she was paying attention. After his second breath, satisfied with the ammount AJ's chest had risen with his efforts, he leaned in and turned his face down toward her feet, watching for any signs off movement from her while at the same time trying to feel if she was exhaling any. His fingers slipped down to the side of her neck, looking for a pulse (or lack thereof) that would tell him if chest compressions were nessecary. his own heart stopped for a moment as he had trouble finding hers, only to race as it beat against his fingertips. Softly...but there.
"Lookie Pet. I'll do it again..."
De half panted as he repeated the process, tilting her head back gently, softly pinching her nose closed, breathing two warm breaths into her, and checking for signs off life again. He truely hated this. Not knowing if it would work. Having someone else's life depending so closely on his ability or lack thereof to do something. When it was him on the slab it was different. If he couldn't be revived then no big deal. He'd be dead and the world would go on. But this.....
"Two breaths, then look, listen and feel Pet. Look listen and feel."
He repeated the process again, not ready or willing to give up on her. His job wans't to be a peacekeeper now. Not a government agent. Not a hero. His job was to breathe for Angelee Jezebelle Broussard. Over and over again. Until she came back to the world....
...Or he collapsed and joined her in the next.